Remember how weeks of unrelenting blizzards, howling caldrons of madness, slowly and surely buried the house with hard packed drifts from 80 MPH winds?
How eventually it filled in the whole backside of the house to the roof level and started gobbling up the shed? Ahhh, winter, sweet winter . . . . good times . . . . I'm not complaining, mind you, with all the insulation burying the house you can heat the place with a candle and there is not a cozier nest on the island. My brother called me at work today and wanted a visual of what has been happening out here as all the island webcams are just showing zero visibility for the most part, so here you go Bro, the pics are for you!
Tonight after work I tunneled 10 feet down to uncover the shed door and get my snowshoes. Pure genius on my part - my motorcycle is trapped outside the shed, and my snowshoes were trapped inside the shed. The snowshoes will really help negotiate the 3 foot drifts in the driveway on the way to the car. It's an interesting dilemma - the house and yard are gradually disappearing, and with the ever-present ground blizzard, there is really nothing I can do about it. It is humbling, exciting, and challenging . . . off to bed for me, with the end of Daylight Savings the alarm will come early tomorrow.